Emma stomped her feet on the pavement, glaring up at the massive building towering over her. The sun reflected off the glass windows, and she swore it was mocking her.
She squinted at the top floor, her lips pressed into a pout. "Fine, Leon Gray, you win this time," she muttered under her breath. "But don't think I'm giving up that easily."
A few people walking by gave her curious looks, but she ignored them.
Crossing her arms, Emma frowned, trying to think. If Leon didn't remember her, she'd have to find another way to get through to him. But how? She glanced up again, her mind racing.
"Okay," she whispered to herself, "if this world is connected to him, then I must have some role here. Something important. Maybe I'm a designer? Or someone who works in his world?" She tapped her chin, her eyes lighting up with an idea.
